Firstly reminder;this is not a poem at least not my intention anyway
when you feel depressed
u get much creative i think
so why now
can't i find
anything to write
oh how hard to live
it's so tiring
I've been grateful
still i am
but sometimes it gets unbareble
when youre waiting to die
like counting days,years and hours
your only hope
the heavens far away
when you're waiting
you're hoping
you're crying
and God is there
listening
watching
and
you
are
in
pain
praying
it's hard
waiting

© Rabia